Sorry it took so long for chapter 2, school has been kicking my ass. It's quite a bit shorter but you'll enjoy it I hope. This one might only be 4 or 5 chapters maybe more if I get another really good idea.
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"Quit touching me Shinra. I'll be fine. I stopped bleeding a half hour ago." Shizuo growled out brushing Shinra's hands away for the fifth time. They were sitting on the couch, hot chocolate in his hands. Since Shinra insisted he should at least drink some liquid, but something dawned on him as he stared down at the steaming liquid. He set the piping hot mug down, and looked up at Shinra slightly confused. "How did you even figure it out Shinra? How did you know that he would be here and hurting us?"
"Well the first clue. You both had visible love bites those hadn't happened since those months Izaya kept you in confinement. Shizuo and Mikado fixing the toilet. There are three things wrong with that. Izaya still hates Mikado, Mikado doesn't know anything about toilets, and Izaya would've called a plumber. The next was when Mikado said he'd be back to fix the toilet tomorrow. Then of course how relieved you both looked when Kasuka took the twins out of the equation. I should've arrived sooner, but I was on the phone with Kasuka alerting him of the potential danger. I'd get new locks until the Awakusa can round up Mikado and his supporters."
They sat in silence as Shizuo slowly sipped his drink. His world was quickly falling apart like sand shifting through his fingers. He couldn't do anything and it was so painful. All this strength and he couldn't do a damn thing. He drank the last drop of the sweet liquid, and the mug cracked in his hands. He was trembling in anger, but stopped as Shinra's cold hands took the mug away.
"Shinra?" Shizuo asked softly as if scared to know the answer to his question.
"Yes?" Shinra knew where this was going.
"It's been three days do you think he's okay?" Shinra looked away. How could he tell Shizuo the truth? That Izaya probably wouldn't be able to make it through the torture, but he couldn't lie to his best friend either. He should've come sooner, and he knew Shizuo would start to resent him for not doing just that. He sighed finally answering.
"Do you want me to answer honestly?" Shizuo slammed his fist down on the side table shattering it.
"Don't you fucking play with me Shinra or it won't be the couch the breaks next." Shinra sighed, and gently pat the other's shoulder.
"This is Izaya we're talking about. He'll be just fine." Shizuo wasn't all that comforted by Shinra's delayed words of encouragement, but he just had to believe. It was the only thing he could do.
Izaya cried out for the fifth time as the leather studded belt hit his back. He pulled at his rope bindings, which were slick with blood. He looked over his shoulder at the crazed younger man. He was alternating between painful whacks to delicious massages. It was time for another massage or so Izaya thought. He started to smell smoke, not the cigarette smoke his lover used to smell of but something new. Something he couldn't place, something extremely hot.
"Now don't move. Or we'll have to keep trying." He didn't like the sound of it. "Hmm now where should I put it?" It! What was 'it?' "Ah here." A finger poked just below his ribs on his left side and he started to panic. He was turned onto his side his arm blocking his vision. He had no idea what Mikado was doing till the agonizing sting touched the spot. A brand. He was being branded like he was property. An animal. The scream tore through the otherwise sound proof room bouncing around and Mikado let out triumphant laugh. "There it is my favorite sound!" Izaya tried jerking away but he couldn't move too much. After a minute the hot metal was ripped from his ruined skin. Mikado handed one of the guards the red hot brander, and pushed Izaya onto his back.
"Why?" Izaya croaked. Mikado smiled happily, most passed out when being branded, but of course Izaya was one of the different ones. His body was twitching especially near the mark. Eyes stared unfocused at Mikado who couldn't help it anymore and ran his finger across the brand. The other man screamed, body lifting from the bed. After he stopped touching the burned skin Izaya crumbled to the bed panting, and whimpering pitifully. Izaya was drowning in tears.
"Well? Hmm? What does a brand mean to you Iza-neko?" Izaya inwardly cursed at the name he'd been given wishing it was something less disturbing.
"A brand is a marking of property. Usually used on bulls, but other animals as well."
"What about cats?" Mikado asked smirking. He could tell Izaya was almost at his limit but he was all about pushing limits. It was his favorite thing.
"Only if you're fucked up." Izaya said as maliciously as he could, but Mikado started to laugh. Izaya tried to pull away as Mikado slowly played with his hair. The laughter died down, and he looked into Izaya's eyes with a very serious expression.
"Good thing I am fucked up then or else this would be so very awkward. Don't you think?" Mikado asked but Izaya knew Mikado didn't want an answer. "So what does this brand make you? What do you think it means for you?" He paraphrased quickly looking down at him with inquisitive eyes.
"I am your property."
"And?"
"It means you can do whatever you want to me, and I can't do a thing about it." The younger male laughed in delight, and started to dig something from his pocket.
"Good boy! Have a treat." Izaya gagged as a hard butterscotch candy was shoved into his mouth.
"Now don't fight." Mikado warned as he untied Izaya's hands. They dropped almost lifelessly to the bed. "I should probably switch to the leather cuffs you always get so messy." Izaya didn't say anything sucking on the candy. He was starting to tolerate them since the food he got tasted horrible, but usually the candies were injected with drugs. His wrists were cleaned and bandaged. He was surprised he wasn't forced onto his stomach for his back to be treated, but he must have had no open wounds. "Now get some sleep I'll be back in an hour to feed you." Mikado shut off the lamp and leaned down kissing his forehead before leaving.
Izaya sat up wincing crunching the candy between his teeth on accident. He stumbled to his feet hugging the walls. He kicked play mice out of the way in anger. "Cat toys everywhere!" He growled angrily. He finally reached his destination, the window. He opened it up spitting out the candy remnants, and breathed in deeply the freshly crisp country air. The heady scents in the room made his head fuzzy, like they were supposed to, but this was his break from it. He could think more clearly this way. He looked around trying desperately to recognize the scenery outside. He had to figure out if they were somewhere near a town so he could escape and find a phone. Then he saw it a firework. There must be a festival! He sighed in relief he now had a direction to head if he escaped, Northeast East. He marveled in the silly lights a little longer trying to forget where he was, but the pain was getting to him. Black was invading his vision, so he reluctantly shut the window and crawled back in bed.
Mikado came in on time, but didn't turn the light on. He watched Izaya sleeping peacefully and smiled. He crawled into bed with him. He was surprised Izaya didn't wake up like he usually did fruitlessly trying to escape him. But he reveled in hugging the smaller man closer slowly breathing in his scent. He smirked Izaya was in the need for another bath. Those were always fun. The other acted just like a cat. It probably was that fact that he would get endlessly touched while being cleaned. Mikado didn't let Izaya do anything on his own if he could help it. He grinned, Izaya was finally waking up.
"Hmm? Shizuo? I had the weirdest dream." Mikado couldn't believe his luck.
"Really?" Izaya nodded.
"Yeah I dreamed that Mikado came back and took me away from you. And that he's been torturing me." Mikado couldn't help it anymore, and started to laugh.
"But I did take you away and you are being tortured." Izaya froze waking up completely in an instant. Mikado gently kissed his neck. "I brought your food so time to get up Iza-neko." Mikado stood up stretching, and turned on the light. Izaya sat up whimpering the pain more intense then when it first happened. He crawled off the bed like he had been taught to the punishment wasn't worth it. His legs ached at the memory of being whipped with a cane. He hung his head in shame as he crawled over to the food bowls. He stared at the water bowl that was completely dry.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked hesitantly.
"No, no of course not. You'll get your milk after you eat your dinner." He glanced at the food, and his jaw dropped. Otoro. He didn't care if he would be punished. He used his hands and scooped up one. He ate it quickly then another and another. This was heaven compared to the garbage he was usually forced to eat. "Did Iza-neko like his food?"
"Yes!" Izaya said happily he didn't care that he let his guard down.
"You've been such a good boy lately I decided to spoil you, but if you don't keep up the good behavior you'll go back to the dry cat food."
"I'll be good so very good." Izaya promised shaking slightly. "M-Master." He choked the name out. "I'm thirsty." Izaya didn't like the way Mikado's eyes lit up. Mikado quickly undid his pants and dropped them. Izaya had been expecting it but he wished he was wrong. Being right all the time didn't have the same appeal as it used to.
"Sorry but you'll have to work for your milk, and if you drink all of it without missing a drop I'll give you medicine for your brand." Izaya blinked back tears. 'Just get as much freedom as you can, you can do it. Just obey. He can't break you, but he think he will. I got this.' He leaned forward and started to suck softly on the flaccid tip. Immediately fingers pulled tautly on his hair making him wince, but he didn't dare stop. He kept going slowly taking more and more of the hardening cock. "Good boy now swallow all of it." Izaya's eyes widened as the cock was thrusted deep into his throat the milky seed shooting down his throat. Mikado pulled away after he finished and Izaya gasped finally able to breathe again. "Get back in bed." He nodded and crawled back. Once under the safety of the covers a pill was held out to him with a small water bottle.
"What is it Master?"
"Do you want to be in pain?" Mikado asked closing his hand around the pill.
"No Master."
"Then don't ask questions." He took the pill and drained the bottle of water. He whimpered as Mikado climbed on top of him, and he instantly knew what he took wasn't for the pain. He'd been tricked.
"You…" A finger rested against his lips. A quiet shushing sound left Mikado's lips as the finger left. He gasped as two hands roughly grabbed his ass twisting painfully. Then his only article of clothing, a size too small briefs, were taken off. Nimble fingers traced fading love bites and scars on his chest making him shiver.
"Don't worry I won't hurt you this time. You'll soon forget all about the pain in your side, and back. I'll be gentle my little Iza-neko. All you'll want is pleasure, and I intend to give you just that." Izaya gasped as his chest was bitten softly. "Do I need to tie you down or are you not going to fight me like last time?"
"It's so hot!" Izaya whined trying to relieve himself. Mikado stopped him. "Please Master." Mikado smirked.
"Please what?" Izaya bit his lip. He wasn't giving in again to ask for more pleasure never again, but the drug would probably take over completely and sooner than later. "Still so rebellious, but with this I can wait all I want. Because all we have is time and each other. The yakuza won't find us and soon so soon you won't be able to live without me." Izaya swallowed thickly.
Demeta: So that was crazy right? Don't worry the next chapter will pick up right where I left off.
Izaya: You're so cruel!
Demeta: Ha-ha yeah...tell me what you think, point out mistakes, tell me I'm psychotic whatever. :)
